humanity

 
my soul hurt, I could feel my brothers and sisters ache
it was like a constant pain that throbbed in the background
and I carry it year in and out
a heaviness of feeling that I could put down for a moment
then it was yoked to my soul again
 
every cut, every burn, callous words and injustices
when a being hurt I hurt with them
anxiety would build and the pressure would start
such a powerful feeling, being connected to these old souls
 
I bear their burden with them
never seeing their faces but knowing their pain intimately
ever scar traced fresh from the battle, I would be maimed
but I would survive
 
all the deaths scream, as a bright light left the world
picking myself up off the ground, as the air was sucked out of me
their departing more than I could bear
 
they are guardians of the hope
in this tenous balance we keep
my soul wander with purpose embracing the good
taking note of each beautiful detail
so I would not forget how precious life is
 
raising my banner of faith
so every cut didn't bleed me dry
walking on with humanity, proving my worth